Spoil My Errant Wife

After hanging up on Derek, Christina was absent-minded on the sofa.

It was not until the clock on the wall rang that she suddenly came back to her senses and realized that it was almost midnight.

There were only a few hours left for Christmas.

Christina hoped that time would pass faster.She was in a mess on such a beautiful day.

Looking at others’ celebrations, she would rather today was just an ordinary day.She turned to look at the roses on the coffee table and thought of one thing.

Christina walked out of the room with a basket of roses in her right hand and went straight up the stairs to apartment 502.She stumped closer and closer.She bent down and put the basket of roses in front of apartment 502.

Then she stood up straight and turned around to leave.

"That's right.I should do it this way " Christina thought.

Putting down the basket of roses enigmatically, she turned around and walked away gracefully.

It was Christina's original plan.

Like countless enigmatic figures, she had to be calm and she had to be careful at every step.

Bang - But as soon as she turned around, Christina couldn't help but turn back and kick the door hard.

"I'm not doing that!"

""Bastard!!"

She cursed angrily at the door.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, Christina turned around and went downstairs to apartment 402.

The sound of Christina kicking the door just now was so loud that the residents upstairs and downstairs all came out with fear and looked around nervously.

Only she opened her door without changing her expression and then slammed the door.

It was as if she had worked off her grudged feeling.

Christina had to admit that she really wasn't a calm and farsighted person.

Kicking the door was childish, but she was really upset today, so she had to vent her anger.

If she had met that bastard Patrick just now, She would do more than a kick in the door! Sitting in the small living room and drinking half a cup of warm water, she originally wanted to calm herself down.

She wanted to be calm...

But the ticking sound of the clock became more and more annoying.

During the lively festival, the feeling of the only one in the house was probably called loneliness.

Christina surfed on the Internet for a while and found that WhatsApp was full of pictures of couples showing off their love.

There were also some families who went out to travel happily, she was really envious.

Christina couldn't help sending congratulatory messages to a few friends of her.

Usually, she would neet do such a boring thing, but now she felt that she was too lonely.

was better to find someone to chat with.In the end, no

Charles went to

her phones

was disappointed and a little

disturb others during

up and went to the bedroom to

to take a hot shower in the bathroom and sleep until

in the bathroom, misty moisture

stood under the showerhead.She was fair and beautiful, with long black hair down to

seductive she was when she stood in the glass cubicle to take a

it, and he knew it

when he came in 402.He leaned against the wall and waited quietly, looking at the woman in

just taken a

warm and her cheeks were slightly

took a deep breath comfortably and opened the glass door of the bathroom cubicle.She reached out to

as she took a step,

"You, you pervert!"

this way, but now she was trembling

seen your whole naked body..." Patrick glanced

was as ordinary as he was talking

a large white bath towel

the bath

rush to her head.She pulled off the bath towel on her

apartment?" She glared at the man in front of her

the shampoo and shower gel bottles to hit

me such a big basket of roses.Didn't you want me

gritted her teeth and

get in!"

the small living room to check

door was still

are you that pervert

caught with

you sneak into my apartment

was stared at by her for

"Patrick, I'm asking you!"

couldn't let him

to be sophisticated all

wouldn't let him go without admitting his guilt

"It's my habit."

just gave a

"Your habit?"

clenched her fists, "How did you get in?

seemed not to feel

a lazy voice, "If I remember correctly, we haven't divorced

sleep with my own wife at night.Is there a

Christina was shocked.

or maybe she had

Patrick went into the kitchen, spooned the porridge she had cooked, sat on her sofa, and began to

familiar with her

regarded her apartment as his own

"Patrick!"